Wen Yi came out of the kitchen and walked lightly to the sofa in the living room with her slippers on. She saw her husband Gu Yan, who was silent and sipping herbal tea.

"Leave some for me."

Wen Yi patted Gu Yan on the back: "This is the herbal tea bag that Xiao Feng specially asked her daughter Shitong to send from Guangdong Province. I haven't tasted it yet. You are like a cow chewing peony, you are drinking it with great enthusiasm.

"

While they were talking, Lu Man and the Gu twins came downstairs and met Gu Yanwenyi and his wife again in the living room.

Lingzhi looked at the twin sisters sitting together with Lu Man, and then at Gu Yanwenyi's completely different attitudes and expressions.

Lingzhi couldn't help but smile and said aloud: "I feel like Uncle Gu and Lu Man get along quite well."

"ha?"

Gu Jiaer and Gu Lingyi once suspected that they had heard wrongly, and they turned their attention to the smiling Lingzhi.

Their best friend Lingzhi, such a smart and mature girl, why is she suddenly telling lies with her eyes open?

Which eye saw that Lu Man and his father had a good relationship?

When Lu Man and Gu Yan heard this, they involuntarily adjusted their sitting postures.

Too much praise for both of them.

Rather than saying they get along, it's better to say they can't fight for the time being...

"I think Uncle Gu and Lu Man are quite similar. People who are similar must have something in common."

Lingzhi looked at her twin best friends' family of four and Lu Man.

"After all, Lu Man's vision is just as powerful as Uncle Gu's."

Everyone else present was stunned when they heard Lingzhi's words.

Gu Yan thought for a moment and subconsciously smiled on his face.

This little best friend of my daughters has a way of talking.

In one sentence, he praised all the other five people present.

Gu Yan smiled. The boy's eyes were naturally set on Jia'er, and he himself was set on Wen Yi.

Not only did they praise him and Lu Man together, but they also praised Wen Yi and Jia'er as being particularly charming and the perfect partner.

As for the eldest daughter Lingyi, she looks the same as Jia'er, and the two sisters have many similarities...praising Jia'er is almost equivalent to praising her.

Gu Yan even wanted to keep Lingzhi and have dinner at home in the evening.

But before he could say anything, Lingzhi stood up and said, "Uncle and aunt, then I will not take advantage of Lu Man today."

"Hey, Lingzhi..."

"Thank you, uncle and aunt, the pudding is really delicious. Let Ling Yijia'er come to my house another day and I will bake egg tarts for them."

Lingzhi kept it polite but fled anyway.

Gu Yan sent her to the door and turned back.

He looked at his wife Wen Yi, but he was still thinking that he could put off chatting with that boy Lu Man as long as possible, so he asked: "What were you doing in the kitchen just now?"

"A few servings of seasonal vegetables, soup on the stove, and the fire can be stopped immediately."

"I'll go with you to see it."

He glanced at Gu Jia'er, who was standing side by side with Lu Man: "Jia'er, please entertain your... classmates."

After saying that, Gu Yan pretended not to see Wen Yi's teasing eyes and accompanied her to the kitchen on the first floor.

"Oh, Dad, can't you sit down and take a rest?"

Gu Jiaer shouted at Gu Yan's back.

"Brother, you and Lingyi have some desserts."

Gu Jiaer put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm going to see dad and see how long he can escape."

Lu Man hoped that the stubborn Comrade Gu would not have too much involvement with him: "Escape is shameful, but it is useful..."

Gu Jiaer rolled her eyes at Lu Man, took small steps, and followed her to the kitchen.

She touched the ground quietly without making a sound.

Gu Jiaer was tiptoeing outside the kitchen door, and what caught her eye was that her father, Gu Yan, was in front of the stove, pestering her mother to listen to art.

"Are you busy cooking so many dishes? What the nanny can do down there is enough, do you need more work from you?"

"Just make some home-cooked meals. When I invite someone to visit me, show me two dishes cooked by yourself to show that we don't neglect them."

Gu Yan's eyes were alert and worried. He stretched his neck and looked at the chopping board: "You didn't make egg tea..."

"Hi, you."

Wen Yi angrily pushed her husband's chest with her arm, telling him to go to the side to cool down and not to cause trouble.

"I just said it casually to make a joke for you, Gu Yan, Gu Yan, you took it seriously."

Gu Yan smiled slightly: "I didn't take it seriously, haha, no..."

"Still saying no?" Wen Yi glanced at her husband, who was almost fidgeting anxiously, "You have to understand the fact that in this family, in terms of how much you love Jia'er, you may not be ranked high.

"

"Why can't I get in line?"

"Jia'er is also my precious daughter. It's really time to test my son-in-law. Don't worry, I'm more picky than you and my standards are stricter than yours."

"I didn't see it." Gu Yan muttered.

It is said that the more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes her. He felt that there was already a hint of this in his wife...

"Have you chatted with me again?" Wen Yi asked as he mixed a bowl of tuna floss salad in his hand.

"Let's chat." Gu Yan looked at the kitchen shelves elsewhere.

Wen Yi glanced at him sideways: "You're talking nonsense."

The husband and wife had been together for many years, and when Wen Yi heard the lack of confidence in his tone, she knew that her husband had definitely not had a good chat with Lu Man.

"Gu Yan, blocking is worse than blocking. Let's not talk about other things that are still far away. Let's talk about Jia'er. Since she was a child, has she ever been so close to any other boy?"

Gu Yan remained silent, that was what made him angry.

"At least you should know more about what your daughter thinks. We can't get involved in the children's own affairs, and there is no need to get involved, but at least we can help Jia'er to learn how to protect herself and make more judgments."

Gu Yan saw Wen Yi's hair hanging down a few strands, and reached out to help her tuck it behind her ears.

"You already said, they are children." Gu Yan found an excuse, "There is a generation gap between me and these children who are almost born in the 1990s..."

After he finished brushing his wife's hair, he didn't stop. His palm covered half of Wen Yi's delicate side face, and he stroked it slowly and gently.

"screw you."

Wen Yi opened the faucet with one hand, got some water on it, and flicked a few drops of water onto Gu Yan's face.

"I'm warning you, don't put on airs when you have dinner in the evening, just treat it as an elder having a heart-to-heart talk with a junior."

Wen Yi urged: "They are not outsiders. The children of your old friend Lu Weihua are still neighbors of my parents' house. We have watched them grow up from time to time."

"Dad, Mom."

Gu Jiaer shouted.

"Hey!" Gu Yan turned around suddenly and was suddenly frightened.

"Jia'er?"

Wen Yi angrily knocked off Gu Yan's hand that was touching her cheek with a "snap".

"You kid, why didn't you make any sound when you came in?"

Wen Yi could no longer keep it off her face, and turned to lecture her younger daughter, scolding her gently with a sullen expression.

One of these two gentlemen has a weak hand, and the other is an eccentric person.

Wen Yi was also a little angry when her daughter discovered that she and Gu Yan were kissing each other.

"I'll ask dad to go out for dessert."

Gu Jiaer was not afraid of her mother's lack of anger, and walked between her parents with a smile.

"That's fine. You can also introduce your classmates to your father. Don't let them just sit and stare."

Wen Yi glanced at Gu Yan, who was feeling guilty, and Gu Jia'er, who was smiling.

Just like the people Lingzhi joked about just now, they are all men with good taste, so they should have something in common.

At this moment, Gu Jiaer's cell phone suddenly rang twice.

She took out her phone and looked at it with a confused look, but she still answered the call: "Hello? Sister Xiao Ai?"

"Jia'er, I want to ask you to try. Can you get through Tongman's phone number?"

Wang Xue'ai's voice came from the receiver: "I just called him twice, but maybe he didn't hear it and the call never got through."
To be continued...